An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Saturday, May 29, 2010

A Promise is a Promise

Nonna: Boys, when we're in Italy I'm going to buy you all the gelato you want.

Boys: Really?

Nonna: Yes. Whenever you want a gelato, you come to me or Nonno.

Me and Joe: Does that include us?

Nonna: No, only the boys.

Well. The boys think this is funny.

Then, the promise is sealed with kisses. I hope Nonna and Nonno know what they're getting into because my boys have plans. . . there are a lot of piazzas, a lot of ice-cream stands, and a lot of flavors.

When you will come back from Italy remember to buy two pizzas for us (with gorgonzola and prosciutto crudo please) and when with your airplane you will be above London open the window and drop our pizzas (remember the parachute as well)... we will be ready to catch them!! We miss pizza, we miss formaggio, we miss affettati, pane e buon vino... but most of all we miss Italy!! Enjoy your trip!

About Me

Benvenuti!

This is where I write about family, faith, and all things Italian; it’s a blend of frothy cappuccinos, Michelangelo, light sabers, Sunday dinners with i Nonni, and every Christmas ... 700 homemade tortellini.

There are also lots of stories about my Nonna.

The Summer of 2015 I organized a Girls' Trip to Italy. There were 23 of us. Enough said.